Once I was as free and flowing as the water itself until a fair maiden completely lacking a heart found me and trapped me with a spell within a shell of armour.
I serve the Lady Ylynessa in the guise of the Captain of the Guard. I’m not sure whom else I serve, but I’ve been forced to do terrible things, transform people into monsters.
I no longer have a will of my own.
Sometimes I manage to cry out in someone else’s dreams. Sometimes someone hears me.
A foreign sorcerer once did, like and unlike my captor. He tried to free me. He failed. I don’t know what happened to him.
For now, I serve my captor, trapped in a warrior’s form, bound within metal.
I try to leak out, sending a warning. Yes, there’s Trouble at Caerac Keep.
I’m a part of it.
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